Soon after Liang Tong, the king of Yue, fell to the ground, the steward of the Eight Princes' Mansion immediately sent someone to ask for a royal doctor and reported what happened here to His Majesty the Emperor.

Not surprisingly, His Majesty the Emperor was furious and summoned everyone present to go to the Zichen Palace.

Several princes who had just been crowned princes, Gonggong Liu, the servants of the Eight Princes' Mansion, and the officials of the Jiashi who accompanied the decree, after receiving the will of His Majesty the Emperor, set off for the palace one after another.

In the Zichen Palace, Emperor Liang Heng wiped his slightly furrowed brows, and asked Yu Chaoen, the great eunuch standing on the side, "Yu Chaoen, how do you say this matter should be handled?"

Yu Chaoen bowed his body and said in a respectful tone: "This is Your Majesty's family matter, as long as the Sacred Heart is dictatorial, the old slave does not dare to intervene." ”

The emperor snorted lightly and asked, "Don't you dare or don't want to?" Xuanzhi is a person from your inner servant province, how can he be regarded as your subordinate, and he was beaten like this, don't you have anything you want to express?"

Yu Chaoen glanced up at the emperor's expression, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he said in a low voice: "The whole world belongs to Your Majesty, and the Inner Servant Province is naturally Your Majesty's servant. ”

"Is it really nothing important?" The emperor frowned, his voice was raised unconsciously, and he rebuked angrily: "He is just a king of Yue, not even a prince, so he dares to beat the inner servants, if he goes to the fiefdom, how will he fish the people?"

The foundation of my Daliang can't be damaged in the hands of this unfilial son, I won't let him continue to do nonsense, whoever stops him will be a sinner of Daliang. ”

The emperor paused, glanced at Yu Chaoen obliquely, and continued: "I know that you are not used to looking at King Yue, but you don't need to use the method of agitation, do you think I am stupid?"

Although His Majesty the Emperor's tone was very flat, Yu Chaoen smelled the monstrous anger behind the words, and immediately knelt on the ground, touched the ground with his forehead, and said in a deep voice: "The old slave doesn't dare. The old slave just felt that His Royal Highness King Yue was a little ignorant, and beat the inner servants of the Xuan Decree for no reason, desecrating His Majesty's face and dishonoring the royal family......

"Enough. The emperor slapped the table heavily and rebuked, "Go and wait outside, and if you see them coming, let them kneel outside the hall, and when they will figure it out, and when they will come in and talk." ”

Yu Chaoen raised his head slightly and asked softly, "Your Majesty, will the other highnesses also be punished for kneeling?"

The emperor did not respond, but waved his hand to signal Yu Chaoen to retreat.

Yu Chaoen bowed to the emperor and slowly withdrew from the main hall.

When several princes who had just been crowned kings came to the Zichen Palace, they did not see the father they wanted to see, but got an unconvincing message.

Yu Chaoen bowed to several princes, and said in a clear voice: "Your Majesty, you are kneeling outside the hall, when you figure it out, when you will enter the palace to see you again." ”

The eyes of several princes divided and merged, and finally they all knelt in front of the stone steps of the Zichen Hall and bowed to the palace door.

The rest of the people are the same, there is no one who does not obey, even the unruly Yue Wang Liang Dong is also prostrate on the ground, and the atmosphere does not dare to breathe.

......

After wearing a green shirt, Beitong descended to the Wuling Mountains, crossed Jiangnan West Road, and entered Jiangnan East Road.

The autumn sun rises inch by inch, and the sad people go north step by step.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Beitong finally stepped into Jiaxing County, Suzhou, he felt the residual shock aura in the heaven and earth, his eyes were slightly dim, and then he sighed unconsciously.

After Beitong entered the city, he did not run directly to the place where his sister Nanzhu fell, but walked forward along the street under his feet, walking through the streets and alleys all the way, rubbing shoulders with all living beings, and the fireworks on his body became more and more intense, and there was no murderous aura.

No matter how long the road is, there is an end.

Beitong passed through the small half of Jiaxing City, and finally came to the shore of Nanhu Lake.

Instead of flying through the sky with his Taoist skills, he chartered a small canopy boat and took the boat to the island in the autumn wind.

After paying the fare, Beitong instructed the boatman: "I pay you for the boat is worth your hard work for several days, if you are fine, you should go home quickly, otherwise, I am afraid that I will worry about my life." ”

When the boatman heard Bei Tong say this, he immediately waved the oar in his hand and rowed in the direction of the shore.

Bei Tong walked slowly forward along the bluestone slab on the island, and slowly came to the place where the aura was most violent.

In the Qinghui Hall in front of the Yanyu Building, Beitong quietly looked at the tragic scene after the fight, only to see that the wooden window lattices of the pavilion corridor and water pavilion were all twisted and crooked by the strong wind, and the trees in the courtyard were all without leaves, leaving only empty branches and branches, and the rockery with strange rocks was marked by the fierce wind, like a cracked field.

Bei Tong sensed the remnants of the qi in the air, and there was already one more scene in his mind, a spear that was indomitable and fierce pierced the sky, an ancient knife cut through the void and slashed towards the enemy in front of him, and a treacherous and feminine whip shadow waved in the air.

Bei Tong's brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered: "Senior sister was actually killed during the period of total victory, and she didn't use all her strength, could it be that the opponent is a seriously injured person?

Just three or two simple guesses, Bei Tong has already said yesterday's scene exactly what, if Meng Ran was there, he would definitely be speechless.

Beitong stayed in Qinghui Hall for a long time, and then cast a spell to release the butterfly in his sleeve, and the colorful butterfly flew out of the blue light, slowly flying in the autumn wind, and flew towards the woods outside the courtyard.

Beitong followed the butterfly and slowly came to a bulging place under the woods, where the soil was renovated and the smell of the earth was full, and it was thought to be a grave.

The autumn breeze blows, and the leaves drift away.

I don't know when, there was already a kneeling figure in front of the small tomb, it was Beitong in a green shirt.

The figure in the green shirt touched the ground with his forehead, buried his cheek in the dirt, and let out a muffled cry.

After a long time, Beitong slowly raised his head, his face had an extra layer of dust, he looked at the humble mound in front of him fixedly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Senior sister, whether it is up and down to the Yellow Spring, I will definitely find out the enemy who killed you, and I will definitely avenge you." ”

At this moment, Beitong's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked towards the stone path in the distance, only to see that there was an additional figure on the bluestone path where there was no sunlight, it was Ning Shoucheng, who was trapped in a city and hidden in Mengfu.

Ning Shoucheng saluted Beitong and asked in a light tone, "Dare to ask if the deceased is your relative?"

Bei Tong slowly stood up, raised his two sword eyebrows, and the full heroic spirit between his eyebrows had turned into a clear murderous aura, and said coldly: "What is it?

Ning Shoucheng didn't care about Beitong's killing intent, and said lightly: "If yes, I have something to tell you, if not, I will wait for the person I am waiting for." ”

Beitong's tone was very indifferent, and he asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Ning Shoucheng said: "I know the truth of some things, I don't know if Your Excellency intends to listen." ”

"The truth?" Beitong laughed and said sarcastically: "I don't care what the truth about him, I just want to know the real murderer of my junior sister." ”

Ning Shoucheng frowned, and said softly: "Then there is nothing to say." ”

"Really?" Bei Tong first carefully tucked the butterfly flying in the air into his sleeve, and then scolded angrily: "But I have something to tell you." ”

Before the words fell, the long sword behind Beitong was already unsheathed, and stabbed straight in the direction of Ning Shoucheng.

Ning Shoucheng shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "Why do you have to be like this, it is not wise to act rashly without knowing the truth." ”

After Beitong listened to Ning Shoucheng's nagging, the evil aura between his eyebrows became a little stronger, and the broken half-handled long sword sword qi was even better, like a long rainbow running through the sun.

A gust of wind passed, and the trees around the stone path rattled, and the withered yellow leaves were sprinkled one after another, falling between Beitong and Ningshou City.

Bei Tong stared at Ning Shoucheng, who was covered in golden light, with an expression of eating a dead fly, and asked in a strange tone: "Disciple of the Great Buddha Temple?"

Ning Shoucheng gently put down his palms and said in a deep voice: "Ning Shoucheng, an outcast of the Great Buddha Temple, has seen Your Excellency, but I don't know which Taoist court Your Excellency studied from?"

Beitong snorted coldly and said, "What a Great Buddha Temple outcast." This Taoist teacher is from Longhu Mountain, and today he will meet the high disciples of the Big Buddha Temple. ”

Beitong pinched an obscure handprint with both hands, only to see that his body was surrounded by a cloud of clear light, and then a gust of wind rose from the ground, rolling up countless branches and leaves in the air, turning into thousands of sharp swords, pointing straight at Ning Shoucheng.

With a clear sound, the broken long sword rose with the wind, hidden in the thousands of sharp swords.

There was a long roar in Beitong's mouth, and thousands of sharp swords turned into a long dragon that was half yellow and half green, flying towards the direction of Ning Shoucheng, and the stegosaurus opened its teeth and claws, lifelike.

Ning Shoucheng just clasped his hands together and chanted the Diamond Sutra in his mouth, and the golden light around his body was even more dazzling, as dazzling as the scorching sun above the Nine Heavens of Gao Xuan.

The stegosaurus collided with the golden light, and like a thunderclap sounded in the forest, countless tree branches and leaves exploded inch by inch, turning into flying ashes and carrying away with the wind.

There is a deep ravine on the ground between Ning Shoucheng and Beitong, and the sound of water is faintly heard, and the deep pit is much lower than the lake level, and it is poured by groundwater.

After half a cup of tea, there was no more sound of water in the deep pit, the groundwater had filled the ravine, and the sun overhead sprinkled its light, reflecting the sparkling surface of the water.

Beitong coughed in pain, and pinched the sword trick in his hand to recall the long sword.

Unfortunately, the long sword was broken in half on the original basis, leaving only less than two feet in length.

The natal sword was damaged, and the sword master was naturally counterattacked, and Beitong was already injured in his lungs, and after coughing, he spit out small pieces of fine and broken organs, accompanied by a pool of black blood.

"It's a disciple of the Big Buddha Temple again, hehe, maybe this is fate. Beitong turned to look at the undamaged low tomb, and said sadly: "Senior sister, senior brother is incompetent, there is no way to avenge you, I just hope you can forgive me, I will come to you now." ”

After that, Beitong slowly closed his eyes, and pinched the long sword in his right hand, and the target was his own head.

Hearing only the sound of 'clanging', Ning Shoucheng was already standing in front of Bei Tong, holding half of the long sword with two fingers.

Beitong opened his eyes gently, and with three points of curiosity in his lifeless eyes, he hissed and asked, "What does the predecessor want to do?"

Ning Shoucheng smiled slightly and said, "It's very simple, naturally I don't want you to die." ”